Elena Ben 10 Novels & Stories

she continued. Elena paused, stared at the feet, and thought maybe they were Ray's feet, and that meant Ray was with Ben. 'Gosh, why didn't I even think about contacting Ben? Maybe he's with Ray!' she said to herself. "But you said he was in Japan," Selena muttered, still curious about Ray. "Maybe it's someone else's leg," Elena said, turning her gaze to Stefania. "We don't need to think about him because he's fine. He'll call us back later. .now I'm going to the kitchen to cook with mom," she continued.

"As soon as possible, Raul." * * Elena stood before the oversized mirror in her bedroom, draped in a pristine white towel after her recent bath. Her mind wandered to the events of the previous night with Luca, the son of her greatest adversary. Despite her loathing for him and the way he had treated her like a prized possession, she couldn't help but think that her plan was progressing well. With a spy embedded within the Romano group providing her with regular updates on Luca's whereabouts, she knew that he was her primary target. If she could successfully capture him, then the destruction of the Romano group would be a mere formality.

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

She is a married woman, plus she’s like a worse version of her daughter, Julia. “ No.” I say in-between laughs. “ I’m going to get married to Emilia Peyton.” I say to him Emilia was a better option than Julia and from what I had seen on the media, she was even more beautiful. Scratch that, she was a goddess. She barely said anything on the social media but her beauty was enough to make people worship her. She wasn’t just beautiful, her body was to die for and even a workaholic like me, could never deny that fact.

Topaz added with a small fake smile showing off her zirconia crystal white perfectly aligned teeth. “Okay, if you insist. Don’t get me wrong but Elena is using you” Ira said in a serious tone. “Elena is what?” asked Topaz with a chuckle. “Oh, God! Ira. Please! Pleeeaasssee! Stop making fool of yourself. Elena is using me? Really? How? Elena Joseph Swan, the girl born with golden spoon in her mouth. The girl who already is having everything. Still the perfect Luna is using me for what exactly?” asked Topaz with a mocking laugh.

Elena said, entering the room. "What do you know about boys?" Mateo said, raising an eyebrow as a little smirk crept onto his lips. "You haven't been with a boy in your life." "I have five brothers. I think that makes me about as qualified as you can get. And you don't know about my love life." "Going to junior prom with Benvolio Meridetti doesn't count," Mateo argued. Elena clenched her jaw and turned to Mateo, "And why not?" she asked, folding her arms.

Raw power erupting without warning or control. Ben was standing closest. He saw the silver flames engulf her and instead of running, he stepped forward. Trying to help. Trying to calm her. The flames caught him before Elena even registered what was happening. I saw her face in the memory—not malicious, not cruel. Just terrified. Confused. Desperately trying to make the power stop and having no idea how.

She’d kept it locked away, just as I’d tried to do with mine. “You were?” Elena’s eyes grew distant, lost in memories she’d probably tried to forget. “Long ago, before you were even born. I was young then, foolish enough to believe that love could conquer the barriers between social classes.” She moved to sit down, suddenly looking every one of her years. “I fell in love with someone I shouldn’t have. Someone far above my station.” An Alpha? A Beta at least. “Who?” I asked. “Alpha Benjamin.” The name came out like a prayer, full of old pain and older love. “Ulysses’s father.”

"It was a moon of Jupiter. I learned about it when I was a kid. It's not the biggest, it's not the brightest, but it's the quiet one. The one that stays in orbit no matter how the universe shifts. Just… always present." Lily looked at him, eyes un-tensing. "Elara," she said softly, experimenting with the word on her tongue. Brenna smiled. "Elara James-Carlston. She fits that." "She will be an artist," Helena said. "Or a revolution. Perhaps both." Lily rested in against Vandaulf, her cheek against his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around Elara. "She'll be whatever she wants to be. But she'll always be ours."

"Under what name?" I understood what he was asking. Was I still Lina Vale, the woman with no past, or Elena Valenti, the daughter who had walked away? I tightened my fingers around the mug. "Elena Valenti."